In the dressing room in the backstage, Yan Meng stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror wearing the dress from the show tonight, and miro's chief designer was helping her tighten her waist.

The gorgeous skirt is inlaid with broken diamonds, and the lights are set off, which is dazzling and dazzling than the starlight. The deep V-neck design closely fits her curves, and the exquisite and slight peaks on the chest are undulating due to deep breathing.

Xiao Miao stared at Yan Meng's chest for a long time, swallowed silently, and looked down at herself.

well……

Why are the differences between women?

A thin arm rested on Xiaomao's shoulder, and the strong aroma of coffee was smelled at the tip of her nose. The man's lazy voice rose to her ear: "Little girl, are you envious?"

Xiao Miao raised her eyes and stood beside her. Ji Dongdong, a well-known stylist in the circle. This time, Miro specially invited him to take charge of Yan Meng and several other spokespersons.

Ji Dongdong held a cup of coffee, his eyes looked at Yan Meng with interest as Xiao Miao before.

He was tall and thin, with hair spray spray, glittering earrings on his earlobes, and a sexy, colorful shirt, super tight jeans. His legs were so thin that women were envious and jealous.

He can tell his gender orientation at a glance.

Thinking of this, Xiao Miao was not afraid of discussing this topic with him. She nodded honestly: "Well, I'm very envious. I'm afraid I won't have a chance."

Ji Dongdong raised his eyes and glanced over Xiaoqi's chest. He could park his plane at home.

He smiled: "It's okay, you are still young and can develop again, or have a boyfriend, so that he can work harder at night."

Xiao Miao was embarrassed to accept his words. As a single dog who had been solo for more than 20 years, her boyfriend could not count on him and could only pin his hopes on the stewed pig's trotters of papaya milk and soybeans.

She decided to ask her classmates in Hainan to send her two boxes of papaya to her when she got home tonight!

No! Four boxes!

Yan Meng didn't pay attention to the conversation between the two. He held up his cell phone and took two more selfies. The photos were pretty good. He cut back to the desktop and clicked on WeChat with satisfaction. Chi Chen still didn't reply to her message.

No, where can he go?

She sent him a string of greetings. After waiting for a few seconds, the phone didn't ring. The closed door was buckled a few times. Chi Chen appeared at the door.

Yan Meng raised her eyes and smiled: "Why are you here?"

Chi Chen said "um" in a low voice, without answering, his eyes swept across her chest. The designer just tightened his waist and the ravines on his chest became deeper.

Ji Dongdong turned around and saw Chi Chen, and smiled a little enchantingly: "Oh, is Chi Big Star here to visit his family?"

Ji Dongdong took over Chi Chen's several activities and was familiar with it. Chi Chen smiled and greeted him, walked up to Yan Meng, made a gesture, and asked the designer to stop first.

He put his hands in his pockets and looked at Yan Meng's outfit with his head tilted. The material of the dress was not very transparent. The strapless design could reveal her beautiful butterfly bones, but the deep V on his chest was too low.

He pinched his eyebrows and closed his eyes with some headache.

Yan Meng didn't understand why, so he asked him: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, wait for me first."

He politely brought the designer aside, who was Italian, and he whispered to him in English.

Yan Meng looked at Ning Hao who was following in a daze: "What's the point?"

Ning Hao pinched his fist against his lips, holding his smile, and his face turned red.

Ji Dongdong seemed to have guessed something, drank the coffee in his hand and sighed: "Oh~~ man~"

Yan Meng: "..."

do not you?

A few minutes later, Chi Chen came back and his face became more pleasant.

The designer came over and asked the assistant to bring Yan Meng into the fitting room to change the dress first.

Yan Meng followed in confusion, took off her dress and changed into a silky bathrobe.

When she came out, she saw the assistant handing over the dress to the designer. The designer took the needle and thread and started sewing it at the collar of the dress.

“…”

She immediately understood Chi Chen's intention.

She sat next to him, angry and funny: "You're just for this."

Chi Chen's face remained unchanged: "Well, it's too low, it's not safe."

“…”

Men's possessiveness.

Ji Dongdong looked at his watch and it was already five o'clock in the evening. There was still three hours before the show started. The designer still had some time. He was going to finish Yan Meng's makeup first.

After getting used to it, Yan Meng had already developed the ability to fall asleep by sitting. She could soon fall asleep by letting Ji Dongdong apply it on her face.

After a while, the makeup has been basically completed and the designer's dress has also been modified.

Yan Meng changed her clothes, and the collar was indeed much more conservative than before. She could see vaguely ravines, but not deep.

The front desk director was calling for rehearsal, and Yan Meng was urged to go on stage before she had time to take a break. The models who went on the show this time were all professional, and Miro's clothing spokesperson was even a supermodel who had passed through Victoria's Secret. In comparison, only Yan Meng knew nothing and had never even been on the runway.

She couldn't help but feel nervous.

Before going on stage, the designer changed her to a pair of rhinestone high heels, which was 15 cm tall, and she walked like walking on stilts.

Yan Meng didn't dare to walk, and even climbed the steps, Chi Chen helped her up, not to mention that the floor on the runway was a bit slippery, so you should be very careful when walking.

She complained in her heart, this is over!

Several professional teachers gave her guidance on the stage, teaching her how to take one step at a time and how to stand firm in the center of gravity. Yan Meng tried it, but she still didn't dare to walk. The floor was slippery and her skirt was too long to carry it. She was very worried that she would step on it.

Time is tight, and the director on the scene is a little anxious, so he inevitably speaks a little heavier when directing Yan Meng.

"Let go!"

"What are you afraid of? Don't you female celebrities often wear high heels!"

"You're unstable! You will definitely fall if you walk like this!"

Yan Meng lost confidence, pinched her skirt and stood at the exit to do psychological construction several times.

Chi Chen took a quick step forward and took Yan Meng's left hand in his palm, looking at the director indifferently: "Give us some time, I'll take her away a few times."

The men's brands endorsed by Chi Chen will also hold such big shows every year, so he has some experience in walking the show.

The director laughed, rubbed his chilled palms and promised to give Yan Meng more time.

They almost forgot whose wife Yan Meng is now.

Chi Chen held Yan Meng and gave her an encouraging look: "I'm here, don't be afraid, I won't let you fall."

He is Yan Meng's closest lover. With him by his side, Yan Meng will feel a little confident in her heart.

She nodded, took a deep breath, and gave the director a gesture, and the music started from scratch.

Chi Chen patiently guides:

"The center of gravity is facing backward, the shoulders are opened, and the back is straight."

"Don't lift the skirt. You can kick forward a little while when you walk, and you won't step on it."

"When you get to this position, you must keep your head and turn around."

After being taken by Chi Chen a few times, Yan Meng gradually got better and better. She stepped on her high heels and became more and more courageous. It doesn’t matter if Chi Chen let go slowly.

The director felt that her condition was OK, so he immediately called out all the models and went to the end.

Chi Chen stepped down and compared a position in the audience, telling Yan Meng that he would be watching her there, so that he would not be nervous at that time, just stare at him.

Yan Meng: "I understand."

All the models rehearsed together, Yan Meng was the last to appear. The director found that Yan Meng was getting better and better at this step, but this expression...

"Stop, stop, Yan Meng, the model can't have expressions when walking on the stage, you can be colder."

Yan Meng: "Ah? Am I not cold enough?"

The director rolled his eyes: "You've been laughing all the time?"

"Oh." Yan Meng muttered and returned and left again.

However, this expression was not much different from before. The corners of the mouth were tense, but the smile in the eyes could not be hidden, the eyes were flowing, and the pupils were crystal clear.

The director did not stop this time, but just followed her gaze and finally found the "source of sin" - Chi Chen sat down below.

The director had no choice but to go over and discuss: "Chi Chen, why don't you sit in a different position? Look at you sitting here and she keeps laughing. If she performs formally at night, wouldn't it be a disaster?"

Chi Chen smiled lightly and cooperated, changing to the side, where she could not look at her.

Yan Meng felt aggrieved on the stage. Which star-chasing girl could still be cold when she saw her idol?

The look of loving someone cannot be hidden.

Later, the director found that his decision was correct. After Yan Meng could not look at Chi Chen, he became much colder, looking at a point directly in front of him, expressionless.

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The rehearsal ended, and everyone would make the final adjustment in the dressing room. Chi Chen did not follow in again. He sat in the audience and thought about what to take his wife to eat after the end.

The models have never been able to eat because of the reason for the makeup.
To be continued...